In the greying silence, time stands,
As sentinel from bygone era,
The granite tombs, the stannite wombs,
Final cradles, carved by hands.

Resting places
Devoid of breath,
Lives in cases,
Embraced -- by death.

Dreams and hopes of yesteryears
In cold repose,
Excite and hate, love and fears,
In deep earth's hold.

Within, all light of memories dimmed,
The sun's soft rays a fleeting hymn,
All murmured love long since winged.

And o'er beasts unbent,
Echoes life's lament.
Bitter tears of bygone years,
Cold stone that no-one hears.